Hello!
Okay, no Arrow episode this week and I missed my
favorite show. L But, we did have new Walking Dead
and Bitten, which made me super
happy. I love reading the speculation about Daryl and whether he'll fall in
with those rogue survivors or play nice until he can track down Beth. I'm
rather hoping for the latter. It would make a nice bookend to the episode where
he more or less sent his past life up in flames.
Bitten's episode for this week has me full of anticipation. I cannot wait to see
Elena's worlds collide. J Orphan Black is gearing up
for next month and I'm following their instagram page with an obsession. My
twitter feed is rife with speculation… to the point I'm pondering a blog post
with my wish list for the season. I'll just add that to my ever growing pile of
stuff that needs attention. J
Tonight's post is
from The Baracas File, a novella featuring danger and intrigue and my
two main characters get sucked into the vortex of trying to figure out why the
contents keep getting people killed.
Here's the tagline:
Briggs Felderzon, an
investigative reporter, will stop at nothing to discover what's in the Baracas
File, the contents of which results in his brother's death. Myrrh Gold, his
brother's partner in the Inter-Stellar Police, decides to help him… but Briggs
isn't sure he trusts her.
And a sneaky peek…
Briggs asked a point-blank
question. "Were you sleeping with my brother?"
Myrrh blinked, but answered.
"It's none of your damned business, but no, we never had sex." She
got up and paced the floor.
Briggs noted her agitation before
pushing harder. "Why not? You're exactly his type. Zell wouldn't let
working together keep him from going after what he wanted." One of his
brother's lesser-known faults.
Myrrh snorted and spun around.
"He might not, but I would." She resumed walking back and forth in
front of the fireplace. "Look, Zell and I were tight, but as partners, not
lovers. I loved him because he became my best friend." She stopped and
pinned Briggs with her gaze. "I know you like to dig deep for the truth,
but you can put your shovel away. There's nothing buried here."
Briggs tilted his head and
searched for any sign she held back. Finding none, he nodded and shoved his
hands in his pockets.
Myrrh chuckled. "Frustrating
to be wrong, isn't it?" She crossed the small distance separating them.
"Now it's my turn."
Briggs frowned, confused.
Myrrh rolled her eyes. "Quid
pro quo. I can either take you in for interrogation or…" She jerked her
head toward the wingback chair. "You can have a seat and we can chat, off
the record, about the Baracas file."
Briggs roughly grabbed her arm.
"What do you know about it?" His suspicions went to maximum overload.
"Tell me now."
Myrrh yanked out of his grasp and
jammed her finger into his shoulder. "Don't ever put your hands on me
again." She shoved him back then nudged him toward the chair. "If you
want more information, you can sit your ass down and I might be willing to
discuss the file. But you get nothing unless you understand the stakes."
She paused, meeting his gaze again. "Am I clear?"
Briggs gave a curt nod and sat.
He needed answers. He'd play nice until he had a better idea of where and how
she fit into the murky picture.
But… if she had anything to do
with Zell's death, Briggs would make sure she paid a very high price.
This novella is still pretty much in the planning and
conception stage, but this part spurred the idea in the first place.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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